#interactions ft. lloyd & defectivexfragmented ( matt. )

[entrepy]

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Leverage. It’s an addiction. His sole comfort in an otherwise cold and lonely world. He’d make slow, sweet, love to it if he could. Well — considering his current leverage was a man by the name of Franklin Nelson who actively chose to be called ‘ Foggy ’ — the most he’d do was give the guy a good, long hug. Theoretically speaking of course. In practice, he was going to beat him up, make sure he screamed real good for his partner to hear. Shame he wouldn’t be able to see Lloyd’s handiwork. He was an artist with a pair of brass knuckles.  

Lloyd groans as he bends to pick up the phone that had scattered away while he laid into Foggy, currently set on speaker mode, so Matt Murdock could hear the message loud and clear. He wipes the screen off on the thigh of his pants, then sighs, as if he had had to do something he hadn’t enjoyed at all. ‘ I hope you enjoyed that. That was purely for your own benefit, Matthew. Now, with Franklin’s name being first on the door and all, I did consider bringing you in his place. But you and that walking stick of yours just broke my heart. Don’t think I could hit a blind man, could you, Frank ? ’ He pretends to wait for an answer, despite Foggy’s lolling head and state of unresponsiveness, blood drooling from his nose and mouth. 

‘ I asked nicely once. Now I’m asking you nicely a second time — drop the case, or Nelson’s name drops permanently from your door. Murdock, Attorney at Law doesn’t have quite the same ring, does it, Matt ? ’

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Lloyd pauses for a moment to relish the moment of victory. There was plenty in this business that got him going and one of those things was getting his way. The money, the luxury, the rest of it that came with his lucrative line of work was a bonus — but at the heart of it, Lloyd loved his job. ‘ That wasn’t so hard, now, was it ? ’ He can hear the shredder whirring in the background, and a woman masking her fear . . . though Matt’s rage-filled voice is front and center and Lloyd smiles gleefully. It’s the second best thing to having Matt there physically, watching the emotions cross his face. 

‘ Thank you for your cooperation, Matthew, you truly have been a delight to work with. I’m just going to hold onto your buddy here until I hear back that the case has been dismissed and the media storm passes over. I hear your girlfriend over there is quite the tattle-tale and I need this case and the story dead and buried. ’ He didn’t really expect Lloyd to just handover Foggy based on the sounds of a shredder that could’ve been tearing up dinner receipts for all he knew, did he ? As much of a conceited image that Lloyd has of himself, he’s been in the business long enough to know things aren’t that easy. 

‘ Don’t worry. He’s in good hands. ’ Matthew couldn’t see, but Foggy was gaining just enough conscious to feel the gently stroke of the brass knuckles against his cheek — that is, if he could feel anything on his face at all anymore. ‘ But if I my people hear so much as a peep from you or your little lady, Pudgy here gets it. ’

The cell phone was threatening to break from how tightly Matt held it as he listened to Foggy's screaming, knuckles white and every muscle in his body taut. Already he was plotting the many ways he was going to beat the ever loving shit out of the man. He longed to feel the man's bones break beneath his fists and smell the metallic scent in the air. Every single scream, groan, cry, and whimper would be accounted for and returned ten fold. He regret the day he laid eyes on Foggy Nelson, the moment thought crossed his fucked up mind to take him, and the second he drew blood from him.

He wanted to hear the man's heart stop beating.

"The case is dropped. My secretary will put the file into the shredder now." The lawyer assured with a tone that dripped with rage, giving a small nod to Karen huddled in the doorway to do so, trying to ignore the sound of her sniffles as she hurried off. The comment about choosing Foggy over him because he saw him walking with his cane only added salt to the wound, something that turned the knife he had been stabbed with. But that was the whole point, wasn't it? Or it was an attempt to scare him into submission. "She's doing it. Now let Foggy go and tell me where he is so I can come and get him." And beat you to a bloody fucking pulp. The black suit. He would be wearing the black suit when he hunted the man down.

"Where. Is. He."

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18﹕a  threatening  text . (Lloyd, Matt)

[ text : Murdock ] We have to stop meeting like this, Matthew [ text : Murdock ] You only have a short list of friends and I'm running out of people to torture [ text : Murdock ] So how about you stop getting in my way?